I took the road deeper into the forest away from Beomeosa Temple where a sign pointed to three different hermitages. If I found Beomeosa Temple quiet, this route was dead silent. A handful of faithful knelt before shrines. A few people walked the grounds, but otherwise there was no one.
At the back of the complex were countless statues within a square where one woman circuited the collection bending in prayer as she arrived at each side.